An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

in all, they had

was their duty to see this though to the very end and make them

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and get their face masks…" Sherlock said with a

peers, the Heroic Rank Adventurers. It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but he chose to ignore the fact and hoped everyone also did the

one brought it

must be confident of their tolerance level. I mean, look at us." Richard smiled at Sherlock.

we're stronger, obviously."

lot greater than Miasma that would be drifting in the air, so there

them went out and said it, all the Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana

course, given the limited amount they carried, it was doubtful that they would share

make some money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw a bunch of them on

peddlers to enter Dungeons, especially if it was a large scale operation like

rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their

to buy those items—whether

alone made it a profitable venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to make

on those behind us. It should be the opposite, don't you agree,

Guildmaster's words echoed amongst the strong, everyone cast their gaze on the man

like a traveling businessman, and he gave

remained quiet for most

Until now.

glanced left and right,

he stared ahead, at the massive entrance

weak. If we don't focus on the task at hand, we could

words had a grim tone attached to them as he spoke the

strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons,

or

something that had to be cut off as soon as one possibly

Dungeon, there were unknown creatures

not comprehend them, just as they could not understand the